Monday, June 21, 2010

'' D CIRCUS ''


The ringmaster wields a whip,
lasshhhhh... and rolls it,
its leather...
'oh so fine'.
He calls to the 'caged' animals on show,
'Hey ya all,
comeon now...
come now, fall in a line'.
They form a circle,
on his command..
a bemused look,
in their eyes...
standing on their paws,
a puzzle in expression still
they wait, for what comes...
ahead in time.
The whip then is lashed,
on someone's flesh,
on someone's back
done though, without too much sound...
then the lioness roars
shows her paws, and fiercely growls
and the rest agree,
as if..... spell bound.
The spectator stands too
in the line and into
the show...
he has a clear look.
He watches the master of the show
has a laugh, decides to go...
into the cage
to see what remains and whats been booked.
But alas all this
has had an effect,
clear and plaintiff,
the lioness just continued to roar...
For the ringmaster too,
its upped his pride & collar suit
and he got stuck, into it...
like a fool.
Yet, the animals no can bide
they have a soul,
they too have a mind..
so with time, away, they moved....
So if you were to catch them someday
break the wall, go in that cage...
You will still hear the master strike
and the lioness...ROARrr


In general, I am talking abt a group, any group where there is a ' I wanna lead' person... where he an say anything he desires get others to follow... like witty criticism or getting others to shut up quickly... and also somebody roaring to it... somebody vocal and strongly pushing his/her point.. whether agreement or otherwise... but then things just become just a debate and everything else including ppl are neglected... happens in OFFICE!!
and like a group, only the insiders of the group know the details... its like two ppl running a show involving others too, and the rest look like stupid spectators, made to follow because of the loudness of the other two

THE JOURNEYMAN

THE JOURNEYMAN
The Journeyman roams......
An end he does not seek...........
rest, he does not
sleep is rare
as is frivolous activity.
He seeks answers to his questions ....
Isnt that an end in itself???
maybe, he doesnt understand....
maybe... thats all he knows to do.
Does he enjoy his travels??
His ' mind' seems to agree....
his eyes dont...
he often complains of weariness...
He often looks tired & defeated.
Maybe, thats the way he knows to live.
Does he not like to win??
I have heard his liking for play....
maybe , comparisons seem unfair to him.
Maybe, losing the game ........
feels like redemption.
Does he not defend himself??
Yes he does, I am sure....
Maybe with ppl, he feels r his own....
Maybe with ppl he feels
he must stop.......
& observe.......
& wash away,
if for some time only....
the pain of the monotony....
of the lack.....
in his life,
of Vanity.
Maybe he feels
those ppl....
are an end in their own..
Does he feel the need to move on??
I am sure he does.
Maybe, he is pulled back,
by the chains of his friendship
& the walls....
of his own honesty.
He dissaproves of the inner push
to everyday goals....
that dont satisfy....
just raise hunger.
So what is the Journeyman looking for???
He has outgrown the glory searching
and trophy hunting,
dependent.... and meaningless.
Maybe he seeks an end himself,
The end of Futile activity.
And then begin a journey....
thats light and easy,
pleasing and poetic...
A hourney, that is and end in itself,
but a journey nevertheless....
& then the journeyman will rest....
FOR THE LAST TIME.

The poem is like a person examining himself, questioning and answering himself from the point of view of his own self image... you can say its like soul searching or something similar... thats it.

My Friend

Life has drained itself out of me
I feel tired.
I feel inside me, hollow, empty spaces…
Waiting for life
or else…
Fatigue will seep in.

I lay on my bed
Face down…
Eyes closed from this world
and ears shut, with force.

And as I gasp for breath
the phone rings and its you.
Your turn to share news today,
and my turn to feel helped.
And as goodbyes, are exchanged
I feel I am back, that I can sense.
Life beckons me, thank you dear.....
for helping me cheat, death once again.

Hand Me over

I wait....
edging towards the truth
that has shed its skin,
though the skin still has clothes on....
covered... with hope.

I then wander,
to a different realm,
a world that I have forced...
on myself.

And as I reach the answer
that has eluded me all along,
it does not wait to stay....
It goes away.

It leaves me alone....
It leaves me alone....
It hands me over to LIFE...
The life, that I have tried to shrug off....
and it leaves me alone to live it..
the way it is..
naked
and bare.